Eye. by Wanye F. Burke

a shag carpet of

golden leaves mixed

with brown

my brother and me

rake into a pile

and dive in:

in November the ground

turns hard

but we continue to play

football

and I get a lump of earth

into my eye socket

when I go down

and the socket swells and

turns black then brown

and I wear dark glasses to

school

and kids call me "movie star"

and ask to see the eye

which I show

every once in a while,

if in the mood.

Wayne F, Burke's poetry has appeared in a wide variety of publications. He has published five full-length poetry collections, 4 with Bareback Press, and one with Alien Buddha Press. Plus two poetry chapbooks with Epic Rites Press. He lives in the central Vermont area, USA.